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The Emperor's face was incredibly grim; this matter could not be overlooked. The Consort was closely tied to the Yan Kingdom and could never be punished. Kneeling down to plead for justice for her would surely chill the hearts of the ministers, especially the Minister of Revenue, who was also a high-ranking official.
Though he wasn't particularly invested in court affairs, he understood that the stability of the nation could not be shaken. Otherwise, how could he enjoy his Throne if it were unsteady? Xu Wanyi had fallen into despair, and it truly pained him. He ordered Zheng San Pin Xiu Hua to be promoted and given a grand burial, declaring that this matter would end here.
"Bring her in," he commanded. "The Consort is gravely ill from the shock and cannot return to the capital. She will stay in the palace to recuperate and is not allowed to go outside. Take her away."
The Consort collapsed on the ground. "Your Majesty! Please, Your Majesty, don't!"
Being confined to the palace meant she would hardly see the Emperor again; it was no different from being sent to the Cold Palace. The Emperor felt troubled by her cries and, unable to bear it, released Fang Jieyu, who was pregnant and could not serve him. With a dark expression, he took Yun Zhi Yue by the arm and strode away.
[The strategy points are increasing; it seems the target is starting to feel uneasy.]
Although Yun Zhi Yue was also irritated by the Emperor, she secretly reveled in it. Sending her to be trampled by the Emperor was precisely what Luo Bai had intended from the start; now she was reaping what she had sown!
There was no avoiding serving him; she had carefully tended to plants in her palace that she could not bring with her, but it didn't matter—she had brought Shihua with her, and one pot would suffice.
Now Shihua had grown buds as large as a thumb, with slender, curled leaves surrounding them protectively. Though it had yet to bloom, a faint fragrance wafted through the air—subtle yet unique. It carried hints of floral richness mixed with fresh greenery, likely due to Yun Zhi Yue's continuous feeding of it with her blood, which infused it with her essence.
A faint green glow flickered in her eyes as the unusual scent spread throughout the room, causing the Emperor to begin his self-inflicted torment once more. She tended to Shihua's leaves, and soon red scars began to appear on her skin.
Sensing Shihua's distress, Yun Zhi Yue gently said, "Are you worried about your sister? It's alright; this is just temporary. Grow quickly so you can protect me."
The slender leaves wrapped around Yun Zhi Yue's fingers as if making a promise.
Yun Zhi Yue felt an overwhelming emotion as she spoke continuously to the plant, while Reincarnation Stone watched in amazement.
[Wow, its spirit is continuously increasing! This woman is going to raise a monster in this Dimension; Jie Yizhi will be furious, and Shi Ye won't save you.]
[Hmph! If you don't save your target, Shi Ye will.]
[You are being unreasonable! Shi Ye has made it clear—your target is a friend of the King of Hell. That’s why Shi Ye values them so much. If anything happens because of you, the King of Hell will never let you off!]
Yun Zhi Yue squinted her eyes; if that were so, she would have to put more effort into her actions moving forward. She looked forward to what kind of gift such a person would bring her.
Having saved his life, isn't it reasonable to grant her a few thousand years of cultivation?
The Emperor let out a muffled groan, his body convulsing, leaving Yun Zhi Yue stunned.
Previously, the flowers and plants were ordinary; although she had gathered and unleashed their enchanting powers, they were not particularly strong. Now, with Shihua's spiritual enhancement, it was beyond what the Emperor could withstand—he was on the verge of being overwhelmed!
Quickly halting the illusion, the Emperor spat out a mouthful of blood. Yun Zhi Yue immediately jumped onto the bed, tearing at her clothing to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth before tossing it aside and covering it with the bed curtains.
Ah! Your Majesty, be gentle; Consort can't take it anymore!
Hearing something amiss, Luo Bai had just pushed open the door when he caught that exclamation. His hand instantly clenched into a fist.
With a voice laced with coldness, he asked, "Your Majesty, is there something wrong?"
Yun Zhi Yue's voice trembled as she replied, "It's nothing; you can go out. This Palace is fine with His Majesty."
Luo Bai's gaze caught sight of the blood-stained clothing on the floor, and his expression changed. He turned back and used a gust of wind to close the door behind him.
As he approached the bed again, he inquired once more, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"
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